A year ago, on May 4th, I sat for my last chemo infusion. In the middle of the pandemic lockdown, bald, eyelashless, and really tired of being really tired I went to chemo alone. 16th Voluntary Poisoning (Eyelashless, by the way, is honestly way weirder than being bald because I looked like my human-skin-suit was… Continue reading Star Wars, Frankenboob, and Anniversaries
Tag: Fuck Cancer
Things I Don’t Want to Write
This post sucks. I'll be funny again tomorrow. Feel free to ignore it. Also I should be writing my support handover documentation for my project, but I needed a break from technical writing to have a minor meltdown. So I have this book proposal in the works, and I don't want to write it. I… Continue reading Things I Don’t Want to Write
Today Is World Cancer Day – Get Your Bits Checked
First, I accidentally wrote "bitch" instead of "bits" the first time, so that shows you where my head is at today. I almost left it that way. Second, this week a year ago I was in between the end of my Red Devil chemo treatments and the beginning of Taxol. If you have been around… Continue reading Today Is World Cancer Day – Get Your Bits Checked
No Good Headline.
How do you come up with a pithy title for a post about a shitty anniversary? A year ago today was my first chemo treatment. My therapist says eventually I'll be able to look back and see the important dates as some sort of affirmation. This is not the year. I'm having a day, so… Continue reading No Good Headline.
We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming
Seems utterly appropriate that this mug looks poisoned and haunted. When I was about to start chemo last winter, one of my very best friends, Sarah, gave me a care package including a cancer hat (which I still have), a few lovely odds and ends, and this mug. Technically chemo ended on Star Wars Day… Continue reading We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming
Schrodinger’s Frankenboob
Today is the 1 year anniversary of the day the Fairview Breast Center called to diagnose me with a tiny malevolent boob invader. Friday I had my first mammogram since surgery, because Oncology scheduled it months ago and WHY NOT make it the same weekend I'll already have an abundance of feels? I walked into… Continue reading Schrodinger’s Frankenboob
This. Is. (not) SPARTA
Yesterday I had a couple recovery milestones worth writing about. I had a "survivorship" appointment with oncology, and all my tests confirm I'm pretty much back to normal (in my case, I suppose abnormal is the correct word but we're talking physically, here, not mentally) other than fatigue/stamina. So other than seeing my oncologist every… Continue reading This. Is. (not) SPARTA
Yes, I’m Tired of Cancer Updates Too.
Not my last port stick, but last time I'm hooked up to an IV tower. Yes, we all wear masks the whole time, now. Check out my total lack of eyelashes! Disclaimer: I didn't sleep until 5am today (3 whopping hours WOO) because I'm out of sleep aids for the steroid chemo day insomnia. This… Continue reading Yes, I’m Tired of Cancer Updates Too.
No Pithy Phrase 